What we do is what we … doh.

I found a good song to symbolize what was my past 2 weeks of work.

Unfortunately, I promised my “boss” to speak about what we are making only to my most trusted friends and family members, or just to anybody that couldn’t understand the concept and, therefore, wouldn’t be able to stole his idea. That might sound a little paranoiac … actually it sound a lot paranoiac. But I kinda understand it, his ideas are pretty good too.

Paris is nice. It’s big … too big. People always have a sad or angry face on the bus. Food is not that great if you go to the supermarket, and it’s expensive. Paris is good for rich people.
I finally got some cooking instruments, from now on veggies are back into my diet … w007! I received a humanitarian package from an Italian association – a.k.a my mom sent me my coffee machines with some Italian coffee powder. This package comes at the right moment in this time of deep crisis.

I just entered in contact with a high-school friend that now lives in Japan (it’s easy for her as she have double nationality Japanese-French) through Facebook. She’ll try to enter a docotrate program in Todai or Waseba … so I’d like to wish her luck on this forum. And I really hope we will stay in contact.

Over and Out!

Busy week in Paris

I just though it was time for my first post since I moved to Paris.

Right now I’m in Paris for helping some high school friend finishing his new awesome website so that it could be released during August. It’s a great new concept, using a lot of original ideas, I personally think it should work out for him and his project; and I hope he won’t forget me when he becomes a bazzillionaire thanks to the hard work I put in his project!

I arrived on the 3rd of June by train … it only took me 11 hours and a sleepless night in an uncomfortable night-wagon. Then I had to carry my 70kg+ luggages around the subways of Paris to reach my “workplace”, which is a nice apartment in the west of Paris near the Business District of Paris (La Défence). We started to work right away, but it was more a big briefing about what needed to be done rather than a proper working day. At 18h30 I left my “boss” and headed to my mom’s friend’s apartment.
After a 20 minutes Bus ride I arrived in Colombes, a reaaaaaaaally peaceful suburb of Paris. I lost my way a little, but, eventually, I found someone to ask for directions. Once arrived at my new home I installed myself and then was invited by my “landlord” to a nice little restaurant, more a “crêperie” than a restaurant.
At the end of the day I was exhausted.

The rest of my week would have been a normal “metro-boulot-dodo”, if it wasn’t for an unfortunate event that occurred to my “landlord”’s son, which happen to be a dear friend of mine too.

Almost in Paris

I’m currently preparing all my stuff. I’ll be living in Paris for the next 3 months.
Like I mentioned before I’ll be working for a high-school friend that just started his own company. The project seems really interesting and I hope I’ll learn enough so I won’t look like an idiot when I’ll start my Master Course in October.
I’ve got a last administrative mater to take care of before departing tomorrow night. But it’s something that will be resolved in a couple of hours. Insurance.

I went on a short trip to my hometown near Nice. I needed to open a bank account and do some stuff for my parents; in the end I didn’t have time to contact my best friend. I think I’ll regret it sooner or later. We are both going to be busy, he’s got a really important Job, he’s got practically a wife now, and I’m still a responsibility-phobic student that just wants to go to Japan to have some fun. If everything goes well for the both of us we will see each other less and less. That’s the kind of things that makes you realize that things are changing; whatever you do you can’t stop it. I’m getting old.

A fun part about going away is seeing my mom getting crazier as she slowly realize I won’t be around anymore, and that my sister is going to leave soon. Since we moved to Italy, she’s been always talking how shocked she’s about the fact that Italians tends to leave there parents house only when they are getting married (due to the fact that Italian moms are really possessive and that buying house is not possible without a 10 years of savings here). But now that we are leaving she’s like: “Why leave so soon? You’re still young.” I’m 25, nearing 26, and I think I’m late … I should have been leaving 3-4 years ago. But you know: “Merde happens!”

Let’s stop talking about that, here is a list of the last things I noticed around here:

• The real reason behind Mars exploration projects – by Chappatte for the IHT
• You don’t know what good Cinema is? Look HERE
• Tekkon Kinkreet is a fucking masterpiece. I’m talking about the Manga; I’ll try to catch the movie later.
• I need to make myself a visiting card. It’s starting to get useful.
• I just bought the book with the most boring first 10 chapters.
• Google maps have 3 to 4 years old photo of Nice … Garibaldi Plaza is not like this at all now.
• I finally remembered why I started to be interested about Japan when I was a teenager. But I can’t write it here, I’m afraid the reason might read this one day.
• Bob Sanders facts are hilarious. And Bob Sanders is THOUGH!